#megumi my beloved

[adoresia]

── .✦ QUIET DEVOTION

⌗ PAIRING : Megumi Fushiguro x Black!femreader

⌗ SYNOPSIS : After a long day, Megumi waits for someone important to return from a mission. As exhaustion meets quiet affection, the night unfolds with unspoken care and fleeting vulnerability.

⌗ CW : fluff!, slight hurt/comfort tones, Mentions of fatigue.

⌗ SIA HERE ! : Was bored so I wrote this Lol, I have nothing else to say 😜

The dorm room was dimly lit, the soft glow of a desk lamp casting long shadows over the walls. Megumi sat at his desk, his eyes skimming over a book, though he wasn’t really reading. His attention kept drifting to his phone, which he’d placed face-up on the table so he wouldn’t miss any notifications.

“I’ll come over after my mission, promise. It shouldn’t be too long.”

He had read that text at least twenty times now.

That was hours ago. He wasn’t worried about your safety—he knew you could handle yourself. It was more that a certain quiet anticipation had been eating at him all day. He’d never admit it outright, but he had wanted to see you the moment the morning started. He even debated texting you to come over earlier, but he settled for waiting. Megumi was used to waiting.

When the soft knock finally came at the door, Megumi was quick to his feet. He opened it to find you standing there, looking utterly exhausted, but still managing to give him a tired smile.

“Hey,” you greeted softly, stepping inside.

“You’re late,” he said bluntly, though his tone lacked any real bite.

“Yeah, well, missions don’t exactly run on a schedule,” you shot back with a yawn, dropping your bag by the door and trudging toward his sofa. “Miss me?”

He rolled his eyes. “You look half-dead.”

“And yet, I’m still here,” you quipped, settling onto the sofa and stretching your legs out. “You’ve been waiting for me all day, haven’t you?”

“I wasn’t waiting.”

“Sure you weren’t,” you teased, smirking as you caught the faintest flicker of annoyance in his expression. “Anyway, I’m here now. So, what’s the plan?”

“The plan,” he said, closing his book and standing, “was for you to get some rest, but clearly, you’re too stubborn for that.”

You shook your head, forcing your heavy eyelids open. “No way. I didn’t come all the way here just to sleep. We’re spending time together.”

“You can barely keep your eyes open.” He shook his head and sat down at his desk again, watching as you tried to sit up straight, clearly fighting your fatigue. “I told you to take it easy if the mission ran late.”

“I’m fine.” You sat up straighter, as if to prove your point, but the movement only made you sway slightly before you caught yourself. “See? Totally fine.”

Megumi sighed, crossing his arms as he leaned against the desk. “You’re going to pass out in the next five minutes.”

“I am not,” you insisted, though your voice wavered with exhaustion.

He arched an eyebrow. “Right. Because falling asleep mid-sentence would really make for quality time.”

“Megumi,” you groaned, rubbing at your face to stay awake. “I’m serious. I really wanted to see you today.”

His gaze softened, but his expression remained impassive. “You’re seeing me now. That doesn’t mean you have to push yourself.”

“I said I’d come over, and I meant it,” you said, your voice quieter now, as if the last of your energy was draining away. “I just… I missed you, okay?”

His arms uncrossed, his fingers twitching slightly as if he wasn’t sure what to do with them. “…I missed you, too.”

You blinked at him, surprised by his honesty, and your lips curved into a sleepy smile. “See? That’s why I’m staying up. Who knows when I’ll get another confession like that out of you?”

He scoffed, walking over to the sofa and crouching down beside it. “If you think this counts as a ‘confession,’ you’re more delirious than I thought.”

“I’m not delirious,” you murmured, though your voice was muffled now as your head lolled to the side. “m’ just… happy to be here.”

“Sure you are.”

“Mhm,” you hummed, your eyes fluttering shut despite your best efforts to keep them open.

It wasn’t long before your head fell to the side, your breathing evening out. A faint snore escaped your lips, accompanied by a small trail of drool, your body finally giving in to exhaustion.

Megumi sighed quietly and stood, walking over to crouch beside the sofa. His dark eyes softened as he studied your face, taking in the way your features relaxed in sleep.

“You’re impossible,” he muttered.

Megumi stayed crouched beside the sofa, his forearms resting on his knees as his eyes roamed over your sleeping face. Your features were soft in the dim light, peaceful in a way he rarely got to see. His gaze lingered on the curve of your cheek, the way your lips parted slightly as you breathed, the faint smudge of drool that had collected at the corner of your mouth. He reached out and carefully wiped the drool from the corner of your mouth, his fingers brushing lightly against your skin.

His eyes followed the strands of hair that had fallen over your forehead, Then, with the same cautious touch, he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his hand lingering for a moment. His fingertips brushed against your temple. The movement was slow, almost reverent, as if he feared waking you.

Megumi’s expression softened further as his gaze traced the small details of your face—the faint shadows beneath your eyes from exhaustion, the way your lashes fanned out against your cheeks, the subtle twitch of your lips as you murmured something incoherent in your sleep.

He exhaled quietly, leaning in just enough to notice how your breaths fell in time with his. His dark eyes searched your face as though trying to commit every detail to memory: the slope of your nose, the delicate curve of your jawline, the way your expression remained so utterly serene, even when your day had clearly drained you.

In that moment, Megumi felt something deep and unspoken settle in his chest—a quiet kind of gratitude that you were there, safe and close, even if you had worn yourself out trying to keep your promise to him.

The door suddenly creaked open, and Gojo’s unmistakable voice filled the room. “Hey, Megumi, I saw y/n walk in here. I was just wondering—”

Megumi’s glare was instant and cutting. He raised a finger to his lips in a silent demand for quiet, his expression making it very clear he was not interested in waking you up.

Gojo’s eyes flicked to you on the sofa and back to Megumi, a knowing grin spreading across his face. “Ohhh, I see how it is. I’ll just—”

“Quiet.”

“Got it.” Gojo backed out of the room, shutting the door with exaggerated care.

Once the room was quiet again, Megumi sighed and slipped one arm beneath your knees and the other under your back, lifting you effortlessly. You stirred slightly, your head resting against his chest as he carried you to his bed.

“Megumi…” you mumbled, your voice barely audible.

“Shh,” he said softly, laying you down and pulling the blanket over you.

He slid in beside you, careful not to jostle you too much. For a moment, he simply lay there, watching your face in the dim light. Then, leaning down, he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“I love you,” he whispered, so quietly he wasn’t even sure if he’d said it aloud.

You stirred again, a soft laugh escaping your lips. “I heard that.”

Megumi stiffened. “Go to sleep.”

“You said it first,” you teased, turning to face him with a sleepy smile.

“Fine,” he muttered, his voice laced with exasperation but not a hint of regret. “I said it first. I love you. Now go back to sleep.”

“I love you, too,” you murmured, closing your eyes and nestling closer to him.

Megumi sighed, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he closed his eyes. “Good. Now shut up and go back to sleep.”

The irony wasn’t lost on him. For someone who carried himself with such practiced indifference, who rarely expressed his feelings in words, he had just uttered the most vulnerable confession without hesitation. He huffed quietly, half-annoyed at himself and half-amused by how natural it felt with you. Maybe that’s what frustrated him most—you had a way of undoing all the walls he worked so hard to keep up.

— 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 @/𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐚 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐫 !!

( note : I got the animated divider things from @/valetoria)

[megumishotgf]

pov: megumi has a crush on you

summary: more megumi headcanons i fear… ya’ll like my texts way more so this is definitely written for me.

warnings: reference to catcalling? other than that sfw + gender non-specified!!

masterlist

reserved! megumi who takes his time getting to know you. he studies all your qualities and aspects personality as if one day he’ll be quizzed on your features. megumi admires your ambition and drive but most of all your tenderness and selflessness. he’s drawn to people with good and expressive hearts. people who like to help others and perform nice gestures just because they can.

attentive! megumi who focuses diligently when you’re speaking, concentrating on every single trivial detail, even those that slip absent-mindedly past your lips without much thought. he listens to you ramble on and on about your interests yet it never bores him (and he gets bored of people alright). speaks so softly with you in a tone that surprises everyone around you (mainly nobara and yuji who have never seen him so interested in another human before… he’s always this soft to animals, though).

nerdy! megumi who prefers reading non-fiction but will pick up your favourite fantasy novels just because he wants to feel close to you. seeing your eyes light up when he mentions the titles to you makes his heart swell. highlights his favourite quotes and annotates in between pages. he’ll share them with you, gaze fixated on you as your eyes scan over all of this thoughtful comments. you feel such genuine happiness knowing he has gone so far to do this for you.

sappy! megumi who picks up one of your romance suggestions next, finding himself relating to the hopelessly enamoured protagonist. again, he annotates his copies and scribbles exclamation marks when he comes across passages that resonate with his growing feelings for you. doesn’t show you these ones, of course. at least not yet.

shy! gumi who admires your kindness from afar. all the little things you go out of your way to do just to help someone else. when you assist yuuji in the kitchen with his high-protein meals or paint nobara’s nails with great precision. when you’re the first to offer your seat up for an elderly woman on the metro or when you bounce out of your seat to help your teachers carrying piles of school documents.

observant! megumi who notices all of your little habits. the kind of things that make you feel so loved and cared for when he mentions them back to you. those things that no one else really noticed even if you badly wanted it to be seen.

love-sick! megumi would configures multiple playlists about you. one playlist containing all your favourite tracks and another with all those that you recommended to him directly. the type to listen to ‘i wanna be yours’ and fall asleep to thoughts of being with you. so many random romantic playlists often come up on his spotify profile. one time he made you a physical mixtape. yes, it was mostly just love songs… you swore it was just a coincidence. mostly.

insecure! megumi who constantly thinks he could never be good enough for you. dismisses your concern when you notice him distancing himself (because somehow you can distinguish between this and his usual quietness) but can never fully push you away. feels his heartbeat accelerate when you offer him physical comfort (with less reluctance than with anyone else). hugs from you are so comforting.

touch-starved! megumi who craves your physical affection all the time and it gets very noticeable. his arms instinctively circle around your waist whenever you greet him, rushing over for a hug. at first it was always you initiating the affection, but it’s starting to feel so natural reciprocating it. your hand will subtly slip into his when you are walking around central tokyo together or you’ll cling onto his side for comfort and warmth. he worries that you’ll be able to hear his obnoxiously loud heartbeat when you do so, but nothing could make him pull away.

annoyed! megumi who glares at his friends when they tease him about your physical affection (or when they hear your nicknames for him). but at least they have the decency to wait until you’ve left, he thinks. i give them one more week, yuuji says to nobara as megumi walks away in the same direction you just went.

if looks could kill… nobody would want to experience angry! megumi. even yuuji and nobara started to feel unsettled seeing him like that after some old loser started to catcall you. you had barely registered what was called out to you before he fearfully disappeared around the corner.

kind! megumi who opens his arms for you when he sees you’re upset. sometimes struggles with verbal comfort, but he remembers how nice it is to be hugged by you, so surely this should help. it does help - and he feels his heart swell when you thank him for being there for you.

even more nervous! megumi who finally musters the courage to confess his feelings for you. rehearses the speech in his head (and surprisingly to yuuji) tens of times only to be left astounded after you make the confession first. finally kissing you felt like the sun rising after months of darkness.

megumi who has infinite amounts of layers!! getting to know him is truly a magical experience. ultimate green flag he is perfect end of discussion!!

haven’t published anything in so long… hey ya’ll. how is everyone doing. pls send requests i am out of ideas!!

[chosoette]

Itafushi Kaisen

[1luwlqmp]

𑁥౿ My Goomy!!!

"She said 'don't get too attached' but she attached to me!!" ೇ

𐙚 Mini hc: He has a love/hate feeling about you calling him "megs", so when you say his full name he knows you're really mad at him.

[gumisgirlfriend]

CHAPTER 3:: COMMITMENT

PAIRING:: fem!reader x college au stoner megumi fushiguro

SUMMARY:: against your better judgement, you go to megumi's apartment alone, and he opens up to you.

C/W:: no nsfw content, but MINORS DNI or you get blocked! weed usage. reader is #hopelessromantic coded A/N:: *shoves this into your hands* for you, pookie :3

The moment replays again in your head.

“Let me show you what a real good high feels like sometime.”

“…. What?” you muttered, dumbfounded. “What is that supposed to mean?” You cock your head at him curiously.

Megumi stared at you blankly, raising an eyebrow. “Are you trying to be cute right now?” he grumbles. You shake your head frantically.

“N-No, I just don’t understand—“

He interrupted you with an exasperated sigh, “My place, tomorrow. Be ready by 6:30. Got it?”

“S-Sure?”

The memory makes you stuff your face back into your pillow. What kind of an answer even was that? You sit back up, checking the time to see it’s early in the morning, and Maki still hasn’t returned yet. Out of excitement, your first instinct is to text Maki and Nobara, and tell them about it, but on second thought, it’s probably not too great of an idea, and you remember the last thing Megumi said to you before you got out of the car.

“Just don’t tell the others ‘bout it, kay?

You toss the covers off yourself, stomping as you get up to go to the bathroom. You can’t help but worry about a possible ulterior motive. I mean, everything about him tells you to run away. He smokes, has a beat up car, dirty apartment, and Nobara clearly doesn’t approve of you going after him. Hell, his best friend Yuji is even in a fraternity, but you owe him, and he offered a way to repay him. You ponder it over as you aggressively splash your face with cold water.

Suddenly, your front door opens, and Maki peeks into your shared bathroom. “There you are. You feeling alright?” she asks, her brows knitting with concern.

“Yeah, I think I just had too much last night.” you mutter, drying off your face with a towel.

“It happens. Happened to ‘Gumi once too, back when we were sophomores.” She says with a chuckle, grabbing her toothbrush from the mirror compartment. You flinch from the sound of something toppling over from outside the bathroom.

“Who’s here?”

“Just Yuji and Nobara. Megumi kicked us out cause he has a shift at the campus library. Last time we were left alone at his apartment, Yuji ransacked his fridge.”

You chuckle lightly, “Makes sense.”

Every little detail you find out about Megumi only makes your curiosity pique. You consider heading to the library just to catch a glimpse of him, but then you realize you’re also starting to sound like a stalker. Your phone buzzes in the back of your pocket and you whip it out haphazardly.

“Got a favorite kind of food?”

A giddy smile spreads across your cheeks as you read it.

“sour gummy worms!!! :)” you type back.

You receive another notification, “Okay”

You roll your eyes. Maybe he’s just not fond of texting..

“We’re probably going to head to the library to get some studying out of the way, you wanna come?” Maki asks, toothbrush still hanging from her mouth as she pours herself some mouthwash.

“No thanks. I have a class in twenty minutes.” You say while you slip on a pair of sneakers. As much as you’d like to go give him a visit, it would probably spoil your excitement for later.

Maki nudges you in the rib, “Seems like Megumi has taken a liking to you. That doesn’t happen often.”

Your cheeks fill with heat, “You really think so?” you say hesitantly, chewing on your bottom lip.

Your dorm mate shrugs, “I mean, yeah. It’s weird though. I never thought that you’d be his type.”

You raise your brow confusedly, “.. What is that supposed to mean?” you ask.

Maki sets a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “Don’t take this the wrong way..” she says, “But.. you’re sort of a goody-two-shoes.”

Your smile melts into a frown, “Is that.. a bad thing?” you ask awkwardly.

She sighs deeply, “Forget about it. Just be careful with him. He’s not exactly the.. committal type.” She pats you lightly on the back before leaving you in the bathroom with your thoughts.

Your mouth sets in a hard line, and for a second, you’re starting to regret your decision.

Of course, you spent extra time getting ready today to look as good as possible. Two hours, in fact. Today you chose to wear a cute backless top, and shorts, regardless of the freezing weather. You snatch your purse and check the time. “Only 6:25..” you mutter. “Might as well.” You head outside to wait, but you spot a familiar, beat up car in the corner of the parking lot, and an even more familiar face leaning against it.

“How long have you been waiting here?” you ask sweetly, Megumi’s gaze rising from his phone.

He shrugs, “Just got here, actually.” he says, holding the car door open for you before you slip inside. He sits down beside you in the drivers seat, grabbing a bag of sour gummy worms out from the console. Your eyes light up as he drops it in your lap.

“Oh! Thank you.” You say with a wide smile as you tear open the bag, stuffing a few into your mouth.

He nods, “Save some for later. You’re probably gonna be hungry.” You nod back, smiling all giddy like a happy child as you stuff your face with sour gummy worms.

“Want one?” you ask, muffled from your cheeks stuffed with gummy worms. He waves you off, and you put on an exaggerated frown.

His gaze flickers from you back to the road, “Fine. I’ll take one.” Megumi mutters, rolling his eyes. You gladly hand him one and he pops it into his mouth. His face contorts, “Way too sweet.” he comments, shaking his head.

“I think somethings wrong with your tastebuds.” you say with a small grin, crossing your legs.

“I think somethings wrong with you.” he says nonchalantly.

You pout at him, “Hey! That's not very nice..” you reply, tossing a gummy worm at him.

His typically neutral expression shifts into a slight smile. “I’m just kidding. I’m glad you like them. Didn’t know which ones I should get..”

After a couple minutes of silence, besides the sound of the radio, you interrupt, “So.. why do you feel the need to do this?” you ask, fumbling with the bag of gummy worms in your lap.

Megumi’s gaze flickers back to you for a split second, “Don’t have a reason. Just wanted to.” He clears his throat, sitting up a bit straighter. His fingers tap on the edge of the steering wheel to the beat of the radio as you turn the next corner.

You sit comfortably on Megumi’s cold leather couch, shivering. Oddly enough, you swear his apartment looks a lot cleaner than before..

“Do you not have a heater or something?” you mutter, your teeth chattering. You didn’t expect it to be so cold.

Megumi shakes his head. He pulls off his hoodie over his head, and you catch a glimpse of his V line as the shirt underneath lifts up. He tosses it in your direction. “Take that. There’s a blanket under the coffee table, too.” he replies gruffly as he opens the fridge.

These few minutes of silence with him feels.. comfortable. You don’t feel like you have to force yourself to speak, or scan your mind for any possible topics to bring up. You just sit there idly, a faint smile on your face, tracing shapes on the leather couch while you wait for him to return. He comes back to the couch shortly with a plate of brownies.

“Brownies?” you utter with confusion, pulling his sweatshirt over your head. It smells of lavender, cologne, and sweat. An oddly comforting scent. You relax on the couch as you wrap the blankets around your freezing legs.

“Yeah. They’re edible brownies. Made them myself.” he says with confidence, setting the plate down on the coffee table.

Your mouth hangs open for a few seconds with admiration, “Really? Thats.. cool.” You smile earnestly as he plops down beside you.

He raises his eyebrows, “Yeah, I guess.” he says quietly, cutting off a small piece for you.

“Hey! Why do I get such a small piece?” you ask, flicking him on the arm playfully.

“Cause you’re still new to this, idiot. And I wanted to make them strong enough for me, too.” He holds the piece out for you, and you hesitantly pop it in your mouth.

You raise your eyebrows as you ponder the taste, “Mm, tastes funky..” you say as you chew it up. You can’t quite put your finger on it, but it doesn’t taste bad necessarily.

Megumi snorts, “Yeah, there’s weed in it, idiot.” he says with a grin, before taking a bite out of the whole brownie, and you swear that’s the first time you’ve seen him smile in front of you genuinely.

You shake your head, “What happened to the nice guy who saved me at the party?” you tease with faux disappointment, wrapping yourself in the blanket.

Megumi scoffs, “He’s sitting right front of you.” Megumi kicks his legs up on coffee table, stretching out comfortably. He holds the plate of brownies in his lap, popping another in his mouth. His fingers tap idly on the edge of the plate, “These will probably take a while to kick in, so..” He grabs a tv remote from his coffee table compartment, along with two gaming controllers. He tosses one into your lap, “You any good at Mario Kart?”

“I think I can feel it now..” You whisper, slowly turning your gaze to him as an unfamiliar heat pulses throughout your body.

Megumi narrows his eyes, “Why are you whispering?” he asks, sneaking a quick glance at you before turning back to his phone.

You pause for a minute, before sputtering out; “I-I don’t know..”

He laughs, “Yeah, you’re definitely high right now.” he says with a shy smile, setting his phone down beside him. “Feels better than yesterday?”

You nod and your mouth uncontrollably curves into a cheesy smile. “Yeah. Feels good.” you giggle out, hiding the lower half of your face in the blanket. You curl up, holding your knees to your chest.

He nods back, “Good,” he mutters softly. “I felt bad about last night. As much as I like those guys.. they tend to be even a bit much for me, sometimes.” he says, fidgeting with the hem of his t-shirt. For the first time, you really take in his appearance. His blue eyes, long eyelashes, and messy hair. He’s gorgeous, really. You wonder how you’re even breathing the same air right now, or even in the same room. A slight blush creeps up his neck, “You okay?” he asks nervously. You realize you’ve probably been staring at him for at least 30 seconds.

You feel a flutter in your stomach, similar to when you had first met. “Sorry. Spaced out.” you say with an awkward smile, clasping your hands together in your lap. Finally, your intoxication gives you the courage to ask what you’ve been wondering. “So.. question.” you ask hesitantly.

He quirks his brow, “Ask.”

You lean your hand into your palm, “What happened between you and Nobara?” you ask. He responds with a deep sigh, that leads you to guess it didn't go over well. Maybe it was too personal a question. "S-Sorry, you don't have to answer. I don't know why I asked that, really-" you stammer, before he interrupts you. "Its fine. I assumed she'd probably tell you eventually." he says lowly, massaging the back of his neck. "Its.. difficult to explain." "I'll listen." you say with a small smile, nodding understandingly. Megumi leans his head back, staring at the ceiling as if he's trying to recall the relationship. "It was nothing to do with Nobara. I just don't like relationships." he says bluntly, combing a hand through his raven hair. "The commitment it requires. The energy, the time." You bite your lip as you listen to his every word, each one driving you further to disappointment. "Its hard to see myself with someone for the rest of my life." You avert your gaze, "Yeah, I understand what you mean." you say with a forced smile. Realistically, you don't understand it at all. You had dreamed for so long to have a partner. Someone to treat you right, make you feel loved and cared for, and right when you think you've found a possible contender, you get your heart crushed. He curls a lock of his hair around his finger, fidgeting with it. "Maybe that'll change, though. I don't really know yet." He shifts his gaze back to you, lips pressed into a line. "Anyways, enough about me." He sits on his side, facing you. "Tell me more about you." Of course, high out of your mind, you spill every little detail about yourself that comes to mind, including nearly your whole life story, but the whole time he just.. sits there and listens. Never interrupting, unless to ask a clarifying question. He nods attentively, watching you explain your life up until this very moment, sometimes even a faint smile tugging at his lips. Eventually you realize the sun has set outside, you can barely see him with the dim light of the Mario Kart game paused mid-game on the TV screen, and you've completely forgotten about your gummy worms. Your eyes start to drift closed every few seconds involuntarily, before snapping awake again. Eventually, he drifts off to sleep too, his legs intertwining with yours beneath the blanket as you both rest, and you dream of your black-haired savior over and over again.

— TAGLIST :: @diogodxlot

* ˚ ✦ CHAPTER 1 :: black-haired angel: you get invited by your best friend nobara to your first college sorority party, and after being harassed by a college student, a black-haired stranger swoops in to your rescue.

* ˚ ✦ CHAPTER 2 :: green out: after being invited to your first smoke sesh with your friends, you green out, and megumi helps you out once again.

[x-xerces-x]

[fanta2y]

Nervous Pt.2

eeee this definitely took longer than an hour but i got side tracked yall :((( but this is part two from the nervous ima link part one here incase you haven't read it yet ! honestly it could be read stand alone!!

cw: none, slightly suggestive

word count: 2.5k

nervous pt.1

It had been a couple of days since the “Kugisaki bedroom event”, as you had been calling it. You, of course, told her all about it. And had to bribe her with days of holding all her shopping bags and sparring with her for her to not tease you both relentlessly for it. 

You didn’t want to break the very precarious thread of hope that had formed between you and Fushiguro. He had been less, silent? Not in the real sense where he spoke more, in the sense that he seemed to float closer to you than normal. 

If you both found yourself in the same room, he would hover next to you. Not saying anything, or even acknowledging your presence in any meaningful way. Just leaning on the kitchen counter, a book opened in his hands as his eyes darted across the pages, as you cooked some lunch. 

Or whenever you would find yourself outside, sitting under one of the many trees that lived along the Jujustu High campus. Basking in the shade and the slight breeze, his presence would never be all to far away. Whether he would be training with one of the second years in the field infront of you, or if he was so bold, would find himself sitting next to you. 

Far enough to ensure your thighs didn’t graze together, or your fingers didnt brush against eachother. But the warmth that emanated from his body made you smile nonetheless. 

In some instances it seemed as if he was doing it unintentionally, as if his subconscious was trying to speak the words he was too scared to say aloud. 

You were content to float in this weird inbetween he had created. Scared to push your luck and go back to the cold shoulder he was giving you before this. You were able to steal subtle glances, or pull him by his hand to class or to training. 

He allowed you to be closer than you could’ve ever dreamed not 2 weeks ago. So, you stopped yourself from getting too greedy, from pushing for more, for seeking out more of his calming presence and his grounding touch. 

This all came to a head though when you both found yourselves stuck, trapped together in a small room on a mission with all the first years. Itadori and Kugisaki had rushed all too suspiciously to go check out another area of the building you guys had be tasked to investigate. 

Leaving you and Fushiguro, relatively, alone. 

You wondered the halls, guards up, checking for any signs of cursed spirits wondering around. Usually they would come jumping out, both of your cursed energy’s enough to draw them out. But they seemed relatively quiet, not so much as a blip on either of you guys radars. 

But there was a small spike coming from a closed door. It had both of you stopping, and turning to where the spike in energy was coming from. 

“We should probably-”

“Yeah.” He muttered, stepping infront of you to reach his hand out and open the door. It opened pretty easily, a low squeaking noise echoing out along the empty walls. The place was abandoned, left to rot after the reports of people going missing around the area. It hadn’t been touched for years, and you could easily tell. 

He kept you, almost protectively, behind him. Scanning the empty room, his eyes flickering from wall to wall, trying to spot what had caused the spike in the first place. Both of you stepped in the room, it was relatively small. Too big to be considered a closet of any sort, but too small to be a room that held much of anything inside of it. 

There were abandoned tables, a couple cardboard boxes rotting away on loosely secured shelves that dotted the walls. Many of which had already fallen before any of you had gotten there. The contents left scattered around on the floor, collecting dust as the days ticked away. 

“Come out, come out wherever you areee…” You sung out to the seemingly empty room playfully. You heard Fushiguro scoff infront of you, and you giggled, rolling your eyes at him from behind. 

“Try and take this a little seriously.” He turned around to face you, his voice was serious. But you had spent an embarrassingly long time studying Fushiguro from a far. Noticing the way he interacted and bantered with Kugisaki and Itadori. You noticed the inflection in his voice, and recognized the glint in his eyes. 

He was teasing you. 

The thought sent your heart fluttering away in your chest, usually your playful remarks directed at him, or even just said in his presence. Went woefully unacknowledged, not garnering any sort of reaction from him. 

This was brand new territory. And in the split second you had, you decided you were going to milk it for all its worth. 

“Oh Fushiguro I assure you, I am taking this VERY seriously.” You swore, dramatically placing your hand over your heart. Straightening your spine, rolling your shoulders back. Even going so far as too salute him. A faux face of seriousness adorning your features. 

It was a moment of silence, which felt like it dragged on forever. Fear that you might’ve pushed your luck just a little bit too far hung in the air. Before Fushiguro hunched over in laughter, his giggles bouncing off the empty walls. 

You stood stunned for a few seconds, having not heard him laugh since the Incident. The sound brought heat to your cheeks, and made the butterflies erupt in your stomach. 

Before long you joined him in his laughter, it took both of you a couple of minutes before you could calm down enough to reign yourselves back in. Wiping the tears that had accumulated under your eyes, you both just looked at eachother. 

A soft smile on each of your faces, a simple moment of serenity. A moment that was cut unfortunately short due to the loud bang of the slamming door behind you. It made you jump, startled by the loud and sudden noise. 

A familiar voice echoed from behind the door. 

“You both aren’t leaving this room until a confession is made!” 

Heat bursted on your cheeks as you rushed to the door, “Kugisaki I swear if you don’t open this door Im not going shopping with you for weeks!” 

You furiously shake the door, pulling and tugging the handle. But despite the door looking like it was nearly falling apart all on its own, it refused to budge. You groaned as she giggled away behind the door, placing your forehead on the rotting wood. 

“Kugisaki please.” You said softly, hoping Fushiguro was still far enough away to not hear you. 

“Nope!” She popped the ‘p’, teasing you. You groaned again, resorting to banging your head against the door. 

There was no way in hell you were confessing, the bedroom incident was enough. You didn’t even know if he meant what you had meant in the way you had meant when you said that. If you thought about it too hard it made your head hurt. So you didn’t. You simply basked in the small moments you had with him. 

You had convinced yourself you didn’t need a confession, you didn’t need to be anything official with Fushiguro. You were content to just bask in the budding friendship. 

Even though in reality, you clearly were not okay with it. The longing glances, the mournful sighs. Kugisaki having to listen to you complain about how much you wish things were different. 

“Me and Itadori will be back in 1 hour, if there’s no new developments then you guys better get ready to spend the night.” 

You could see the smug smile on her face, Itadori had been unusually quiet but he probably was off waiting for her outside. 

You turned around, sliding your back against the door. You didn’t even want to look at Fushiguro, the embarrassment had crawled up your stomach and sat in your throat. Making words hard to muster. 

He was going to reject you, that much was clear. You had pined after him for what felt like years, hoping that at some point he would just spare you a glance. And now that he was finally not avoiding you like you were diseased. It would all crumble down with this rejection. 

It would make things unbearably awkward between the two of you, and you would never be able to go back to sitting in silence with him under the trees. Or secretly making him a portion of your lunch and eating together in the common space. 

So engrossed in your spiral, you hadn’t noticed Fushiguro approaching your pitiful figure. He slid down next to you, sitting the closest his probably ever sat to you. 

You felt his side pressed up against yours. It made things better and worse all at the same time. 

“We could just say we did it, but we didn’t.” He whispered, he leaned in close. His lips almost grazing your earlobe, it made you shiver involuntarily. A wet giggle escaped you, leave it to Fushiguro to always find a way out. 

You felt stupid for wanting to cry, you felt like you were mourning what was and what could’ve been in such an unexpected moment. A part of you always knew it was going to come to this, that your feelings would peak at some point and you would have to confess. The love would just simply have no other place to go but out. 

But you thought you had time, atleast before this had to happen. Before the friendship you had spent so many painstaking hours building and being patient, harboring more selfcontrol that you ever had before in your life. 

All for it to come crashing down because of your stupid friends. 

“Would dating me really be so bad?” The question was whispered, his voice soft and vulnerable. The most you’ve ever heard from it. It made your wallowing come to a screeching halt, ripping you from your spiral. 

He had moved further from you, his head wasn’t practically on your shoulder anymore. But your shoulders still bumped together with every twitch. You looked up from where your head was buried in your knees. 

His eyes were stubbornly locked forward, you studied the side of his face. You could almost feel the insecurity rolling off of him as the question hung in the air. 

“Why would you think that?” You whispered back, scared to break the mood created. Not wanting to scare him off from this sudden vulnerability. Wanting to pry more and more information out of him. 

“The thought of confessing seems to make you rather upset.” He said matter of factly, attempting to keep any trace of emotion that could give him away out of his voice. You felt shocked at his sudden boldness, never having seen this side of him before. 

“Thats not why I’m upset.” Your voice was soft, the tears from earlier making your words wet. The fear slowly crept back up, you felt the lump forming all over again in your throat. Rejection loomed over, the coldness that ran down your spine akin to the feeling when confronting cursed spirits. 

You didn’t want this to end. Not when you had gotten so close. 

“I’m scared.” 

You weren’t even sure if he had heard you from how quietly you uttered the words. You had never crossed this line with him, always keeping it to simple pleasantries or comfortable silences. Confessing your biggest fear to your biggest fear was something you never thought you would have to do. 

In an abandoned warehouse no less. 

“Scared this will ruin everything.” Tumbled out of your lips next, and suddenly now that you gotten started you couldn’t find it within yourself to stop. The words just kept rushing out like word vomit. 

“You know, its okay that you don’t like me back, and its okay that this will make things weird and awkward between us and we will have to go back to how thin-” 

“Who said I didn’t like you back?” His questions cut off your nervous ramblings, making your brain short circuit to catch up with what you just heard. 

You looked at him with wide eyes, confused by the implications of that statement. 

“What do you mean?” You tilted your head to the side slightly, a habit of yours from childhood you never did break. You watched as he huffed a small smile, shaking his head at you. 

“I like you too, dumbass.” 

He knocked his forehead into yours, a teasing smile on his lips as you sat there buffering. Your mind and heart running a million miles a minute as you processed his words. 

“What?” You words were floaty, much like how you felt. It really didn’t make sense, this moment didn’t feel real. Truly you were dreaming and you were going to wake up any moment. 

Your foreheads rested against eachother, your breaths intermingling. And he waited, ever so patiently, for your brain to catch up with reality. 

He hummed under his breath as he just admired you, the nerves he felt around you mere minutes ago faded away with the weight of the confession off of his shoulders. It felt freeing to get how he felt off his chest, especially with the security that he knew you felt the same way. 

“You like me back?” You said under your breath, trying to convince yourself this was real. He hummed an affirmative note, his vocals dripping with affectionate amusement. He say the glimmer return into your eyes and that was the only warning he got before your lips were on his. 

He was frozen for a second as your lips danced on his, but after a moment he melted into the kiss. 

Switching your positions to where you were sat, straddling his lap. Your arms hung loosely around his neck as his hands sat, almost stiffly, on your waist. You only willed yourself to pull apart when your need for air overwhelmed you. 

His eyes darted from yours to your lips, leaning in for another kiss before the door was flung open and you both fell backwards. A loud shreek escaping from your lips. 

You heard a cheer and saw a flash of a camera. Your cheeks blazing red as you hide your face in Fushiguro’s neck, groaning into his skin.

“Alright guys, enough enough.” He said, moving you both to sit up off the floor. 

“Finally! I was getting tired listening to her complain all the time-” 

“Kugisaki say any more and I’ll kill you.” You muttered, your face still hidden from the embarrassment in his shoulder. She laughed, holding her hands up in a defensive position. 

“Whatever. You so owe me for this.” She cackled, Itadori giving Fushiguro a clap on the shoulder before they walked away. Fushiguro pushing you up on your feet, his hands still snaked around your waist. 

“Your friends are the worst.” You groaned, and he chuckled. 

“Our friends.” He corrected, beginning to lead you towards the exit of the building. 

Eventually, his hands found their way into his pockets, and you both walked rather slowly side by side. Your shoulders bumped into each other as you walked, a comfortable silence settling over the two of you. A smile never leaves either of your faces.

a tag for my beloved mutual mwah <3 @ssaeth

authors note: i hope you guys enjoyeddd i really liked the way this one turned out !! hopefully im going to be able to write a lot more over the summer!! thank you guys always for all the love, and likes and reblogs are always appreciated <3

[lk8nga]

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[give-bucky-his-boyfriend-back]

Me: So, show me what you got.

JJK: We have a cool badass lesbian who uses a hammer to beat the fuck out of curses

Me: Sounds great!

JJK: We also have a pink haired golden retriever boy who is bisexual coded and definitely has adhd

Me: I love that!

JJK: Yup, we also have a dark haired grumpy gay boy who's clearly in love with the pink haired boy. He also has cool shadow powers

Me: Oh no

JJK:?

Me: Yeah I'm gonna obsess over that one for like the next 6 months

[1l-ynn]

☽｡⋆Lynn || Infp || 17 || multi-fandom ||

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✮⋆˙Master || Rules || abt me!! -all coming soon

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[adoresia]

— 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ Racks on racks on racks !

⋆.˚ featuring : Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji, Choso, Inumaki, Yuta, Megumi.

⋆.˚ Synopsis : How they would react to you spending money on their cards

⋆.˚ Sia here! : This is my firsy smau 😈😈😈 I had so much fun doing this im ngl but its sooo time consuming, Is there an app that other people use for these types of smau’s? I just used my messages app and texted myself😭😭 it was so longgg omg. Anyways I hope you enjoy this as much as I did!

[huntahr]

[chosoette]

my fav genre of Megumi photos ❤︎

[uriekukistan]

RINNNN i saw it was your birthday n wanted to draw a lil celebratory draws for one of the few people ik whose megu love rivals my own <33 i hope u like it!!! happy birthday!!!!!

WAAAHH HINA THANK YOU SM <33 i loveeeee it i always love ur art & i appreciate this sososososososo much 🥹 hope ur doing welll <3

[gumisgirlfriend]

i giggle a little bit whenever i remember that megumi canonically listens to WEEZER. like.. thats just so him actually. my little weezer listening loser boy <3

[lordofshitposting]

Megumi with a gf who listens to Gee beside him and he's like "can't you put headphones on??" and she's like "no" and then he just sighs